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A little grapefruit for my girl.

Thank you.

Let me get the rest.

I don't believe any of it.

They're lying to us.

- Do you think mom lied? - Of course.

She couldn't have been transferred. She's good.

Her colonel in Lyon liked her.

She asked to come to Montpellier.

Why? We were fine in Lyon.

Because of dad.

- She came back for him. - No, not mom.

What if she wants him back after 10 years?

- I'd love that. - I wouldn't.

It would be hell.

They'd be stricter together.

I'm glad they hate each other.

You're so selfish.

Eggs and bacon.

Thank you.

Oh, shit.

Yes, Léa. What...?

Exactly, because I have the evaluation file for...

- I left it at the school. - Oh, great.

That's not what I called for.

We have a corpse. Set et Mer.

The salty swamp next to Aigues-Mortes.

You know...? Okay.

Okay. See you.

Hello.

Hello.

Hello, Chief.

Hi, Erwan.

What do we have here?

One shot to the thorax.

The tissue is burnt. Fired from up close.

I'd say with a handgun.

- Did you find anything? - No, we're searching.

Who was the woman you were talking to?

The victim's sister-in-law. She found the body.

She and her brother own the marsh.

Cover the corpse, please.

Hello, sir.

When did you last see your wife alive?

At around 6.

She got up to go jogging.

What about you?

I fell back asleep.

Until what time?

I don't know. Until around 7, maybe.

We had an appointment with our accountant at 9.

Didn't you find it strange to see your wife gone?

- What are you insinuating? - Nothing, ma'am.

You found the body. Did you call your brother?

I called you first. It was the best thing to do.

What were you doing, sir?

Answer, please.

My brother is shocked. Please show some respect.

Should we call our lawyer?

That won't be necessary.

Mr. Delattre,

the first 24 hours are decisive.

I propose we continue at the station.

Thank you.

The sister-in-law is quite tense.

We won't attack her frontally. Let her cool down a bit.

Sorry. Thomas forgot his things

and I had to go back to the school.

- You 2 are so similar. - Really?

You forgot the file, he forgot his things.

- It doesn't happen with me. - Bravo.

Bravo. Well, what happened?

Sylvie Delattre, the owner's wife, was shot and killed.

I'm in a hurry.

I'll leave you with Erwan to find the weapon.

- Have fun. - Sure, thanks.

Camille, what do we have?

Sylvie Brochant, 38, wife of Delattre.

She lived in Paris. She was a pharmacist.

She got here 3 years ago and married Jaques Delattre.

And her family?

In Paris. She seems to be alone here.

Was she working here?

Not anymore.

She was committed to the salt marsh.

- Coffee? - No, thanks.

Sel et Mer is a large company.

That life change seems pretty radical.

From Parisian pharmacies to a Camargue marsh...

Such is love.

Oh, love... I believe in it 50%.

Investigate the Delattres. Both siblings.

Okay.

Where is Marchal, by the way?

He's searching the marsh.

Oh, okay.

So?

I interrogated the workers. They get here at 7:30.

- There was no one here. - And the gun?

They didn't find anything, but given the surface...

Did they leave? Why?

Who will dredge the marsh?

The Chief didn't get permission for that.

They're collecting salt. It takes weeks.

Dredging now would make them lose money.

I love to have my ex-wife as my boss.

Each year they extract 100,000 tons of coarse salt,

lots of fleur de sel,

and make 45 million euros in revenue.

Are Delattre and his sister the shareholders?

- They inherited it all. - And Sylvie?

Sylvie worked as an employee,

without a contract.

She collected salt with the workers.

With the what?

With the salt marsh workers.

Oh, how nice.

So, let's go over this:

The boss' wife became a simple employee.

He and his sister are the owners

and make millions.

I suppose Delattre can explain that.

- Did you call him? - He'll be here at 2.

Thank you, Camille.

- I like your haircut. - Thanks.

Hey, be careful, this is fleur de sel.

It must have been hard to have the boss' wife working here.

Right? You must have felt watched?

Are you kidding? We were watching her!

How come?

- She had attacks. - What do you mean?

One time we got in the back of a truck during a storm

and she started to choke.

It was like an asthma attack.

She couldn't breathe?

Yes, she looked completely lost.

She calmed down when her husband arrived.

It sounds more like a panic attack.

What was she like? How did you perceive her?

I don't know. But she didn't seem too stressed.

We were told to watch her. She was unpredictable.

Erwan?

- Can you replace me a minute? - Right now?

Yes, right now.

- It's a small area. - Right.

Would you have

boots for me?

- So this is fleur de sel. - Yes.

But it can't be gathered at just any time.

Only in the summer,

for a few hours a day.

- Since when do you work here? - It's been 40 years.

I started when Jacques' father was still the boss.

Jacques was just a boy.

He was always running around at our feet.

He loved to get up early

to come gather fleur de sel...

A real passion.

Look.

- Beautiful, huh? - Yeah.

Sylvie also loved this.

She talked to us about how the water

changed color over the year.

We didn't even notice it.

- Did she work well? - She never complained.

Whatever the weather...

she was always here.

She was a worker like us.

What about Jacques? Her and Jacques...?

I don't know. That's not my business.

So, Sylvie...

What do you have to tell us?

What's this scar here?

You sure love to examine them twice.

I'm just skeptical.

- Hello, Franck. - Hello.

I have an answer regarding the caliber.

An old 9 mm.

The bullet reached the thoracic aorta. Fatal.

- The time? - Between 6 and 7 am.

- What do you think this is? - A knife wound.

The blade almost got her jugular.

She was lucky that time.

- How long ago was it? - 3 years.

Just when she moved here.

- Thanks, Franck. - Welcome.

So?

- Any news? - Yes.

I have the report from that first attack.

Her pharmacy was robbed. She was wounded

and her colleague was killed.

Thus the panic attacks.

She was claustrophobic and paranoid.

Not surprising.

3 years is quite long for a trauma, isn't it?

The trial happened only 1 month ago.

Her husband was there.

I read that the robbers went into the pharmacy

and that one had a knife

and the other one, a gun.

They were both intoxicated. Things got out of hand.

Sylvie wanted to protect Florence,

her colleague.

She was hit in the chest.

It didn't help.

Florence died in her arms.

- Were you at the trial? - Yes.

Can you tell me about it?

It was tough for Sylvie.

The trial made her relive things.

It became harder and harder every day.

One robber accused her of false testimony.

It was so violent!

He yelled at her that she was a liar,

that he didn't have a gun that night,

that she just wanted to appear as a victim.

Sylvie was devastated.

She couldn't stay for the verdict.

- Did you stay? - Yes.

The murderer took 20 years, and his accomplice 15.

They appealed.

May I ask you how you met Sylvie?

At a friend's house.

I immediately saw...

that she was different.

That's what touched me.

What do you mean by "different"?

Sylvie was scared of everything.

What happened to her haunted her terribly.

Post-traumatic stress.

Was she in therapy?

She didn't want anyone's help.

I was her shrink at first.

Last year, she went to group therapy

at an association.

She went there twice a week.

It did her good.

What association?

The Life After.

The life after...

You had no permission to do that.

Really?

You're ruining my production.

I'm looking for the murder weapon.

Is a little fleur de sel more important?

You're doing your work,

but there's big money at stake.

Nothing will bring Sylvie back.

This is useless.

Salt erases DNA traces.

You're well informed. How do you know that?

You should go after the guy who threatened her last week.

She hadn't told my brother so as not to worry him,

but it was a robber from the trial.

Why hadn't you told us?

When I found her body this morning?

You must think I'm insensitive...

but I was shocked.

A woman shot to death,

who had already been attacked 3 years ago.

She had post-traumatic stress disorder. Unstable.

Married to an older man, heir to a company

worth millions.

Her sister-in-law didn't seem moved by her death.

Any news about the weapon?

He's still looking.

Have you thought of replacing him?

Well, sure. But I have to go see a shrink.

Any trouble?

Nothing serious.

It's just that my ex-wife moved to my region

and I feel awkward. I need to talk.

He can now have his kids half the time, and he complains.

Will you at least tell me why you moved here?

I need an explanation.

This is not the best time or place,

so stop it. Respect the hierarchy

and things will work out.

I have an appointment with Myriam Lancelot,

from The Life After.

I'm fed up with your personal initiatives.

I'm the one who sets the priorities here.

And the priority right now are those robbers.

Nicolas Pernette and Tom Castanier.

Pernette clearly threatened Sylvie at the trial.

They couldn't have hired a killer from jail.

Christiane Delattre would say anything

to set us off track.

Boss, Pernette was set on parole,

with an electronic bracelet.

His movements were tracked. He went to Sel et Mer.

Oh, bingo.

- Good job, Camille. - Thanks, Chief.

Let's concentrate on him.

Was he at the marsh at the time of murder?

No, he wasn't.

That doesn't mean anything. He could have an accomplice.

Where are you going?

To get help.

The door.

The door...

As I was saying, since my ex-wife came back,

my life has been a mess.

- She stresses me out. - Yeah...

Thanks, Jean-Louis. And bravo. You told us a lot.

Thank you.

Well, see you all tomorrow morning.

Good luck.

Thanks for your help, doctor.

It was nothing.

Circumstances require it.

Do all your patients suffer from PTSD?

Yes, to varying degrees.

What's the typical profile?

Many women were victims of domestic violence for years

and we also have a lot of war veterans.

- See you, doctor. - Bye, Luc.

Any tension towards Sylvie in this group?

You saw they all have a positive attitude.

We share and talk.

She was very receptive to this method

and I was considering taking her off medication but...

- She had a relapse. - She did.

The trial was extremely violent.

Her symptoms came back. Days after the trial,

she again felt she was being followed.

Followed by whom?

She didn't know.

She had no certainty.

It was all blurry.

I attributed it to stress...

but after what happened, I think maybe it was true.

- Thank you, doctor. - It's nothing.

One last thing.

Can I have a list of the group members?

- Yes, sure. - Thanks.

Follow me.

Thomas.

You've changed since we moved.

You're not the same anymore.

All you do is play videogames and surf the web.

You used to play sports all the time.

Shit!

Are you still there?

Go call your new friend and leave me alone.

You're jealous because I made a friend and you haven't.

I don't care. I don't want new friends.

I'll just graduate and go back to Lyon.

It doesn't work like that.

We didn't move here to go back to Lyon.

You'll get used to this place.

As for your graduation...

I will not take advice from an immature girl

who thinks her parents will get back together.

Therefore...

can you please get out?

It's nice to have kids.

Don't bother to help me with the groceries.

Where is Thomas?

Still in his room playing videogames.

You know hikikomoris?

Hiki... What?

Don't tell me you're studying Japanese.

Thousands of Japanese teens

stay locked in their rooms for months, years...

Oh, really...?

All they do is play videogames and surf the web,

and they don't talk to people.

Can you help me with this?

Mom, don't you get it?

Thomas is about to become a hikikomori.

Aren't you exaggerating? Thomas!

Mom, he has officially become a geek,

and hikikomoris are only the next step.

Well, listen, darling,

why don't you stop worrying about him?

You don't eat in your rooms.

Thomas will not end up like the Japs.

You should talk to dad,

because at his house we can eat anywhere

as long as we vacuum clean afterwards.

He gets on my nerves, I swear.

When are we eating?

- Bye. - Goodbye.

- Goodbye. - Bye.

Mr. Pernette, Sylvie Delattre was murdered.

No...

- Shot from up close. - With a Beretta.

The weapon you used to rob that pharmacy in Paris.

I had no weapon then. Will you ever stop?

Why were you at Sel et Mer last week?

Did you go threaten her?

I didn't.

Ever? Not even at the trial?

I lost it at the trial...

but you have to understand. I'm innocent!

That's what they all say.

I got carried away by my mates.

I was intoxicated.

There was a robbery.

I didn't expect it to turn out like that.

I was not armed.

He had a knife, but I had nothing.

I was too intoxicated to hold a gun.

I told Sylvie that.

Go on.

I went to see her. I didn't want to go back to jail.

I wanted her to change her testimony.

She made up the story about the gun.

I was shocked.

Fear makes imagination fly.

Did you mean to convince her to change her testimony?

It would've changed my life.

I'd get 5 years of suspended sentence,

see my son grow...

What did she say?

She listened.

She said "Yes, maybe." She doubted herself.

She told me she would speak to her lawyer.

You see? I had no reason to kill her.

She was the only one who could get me out of this.

What do I do now that she's dead?

Okay. We will verify all that, Mr. Pernette.

Just one last question.

Did you follow Sylvie before contacting her?

No.

I read about the marshes and found out she lived there.

I just went there and found her.

She worked with the employees.

Right, she was a regular employee.

Chief Soler's orders...

Damn orders...

Thank you, Marchal.

"Are your hands burnt? Stay at the station.

"Yes, Camille will do it."

Does this thing work?

It's beeping.

- There's a noise. - Wait.

Why are you not in school, darling?

We have to talk, dad. It's serious.

Well, tell me.

- You know hikikomoris? - Kiki... what?

I'll explain.

What is this?

I plotted all of Sylvie's recorded movements.

This is the highway entrance and this is the hospital.

I'll get the files.

Okay, what for?

If she was being followed, I'll find something.

I'll need help.

I did my part already. Where is Marchal?

- Erwan? - Can I talk to you?

Of course. What is it?

Okay, honey. You can go. I'll deal with it.

Okay, thanks. Hi, Erwan.

- Hi. - Bye, Erwan.

Bye, Alice.

It is indeed the gun that killed Sylvie.

- Any names? - Luc Reynart.

- Reynart? - Reynart, yes.

Where are you going? Captain!

How's the tracking going?

This is long.

And painstaking.

Erwan, don't frown on me.

Look at my skin. Salt is very corrosive.

250 g of salt are enough to commit suicide.

Really!

Lieutenant Barbier.

- Hi, Camille. Is Léa there? - Yes, I'll put her on.

- What are you doing, Marchal? - I have a lead.

I'm listening.

Luc Reynart is a member of Myriam Lancelot's group.

That's where he met his victim.

- Profile? - Ex legionary.

He has a criminal record for disrupting public order

and according to the address he gave

he lives in a hut near the salt marsh.

Well, let's go get him.

No, something's wrong here.

A war veteran would have shot from afar

and kept his gun.

Our killer is an amateur.

He shot from up close and threw his gun.

He might have lost it...

Forgotten he's a pro.

Camille, Erwan, go get him.

Okay.

- Thanks, Marchal! - Welcome.

Wait, Léa.

Alice came to talk to me about hikikomoris.

Yes, you know she tends to exaggerate a bit.

- See you. - She's right to worry.

Thomas is not well.

I'm listening, Paul.

He feels totally uprooted.

True. And with a father who is never there...

They stay with you half the time to see you!

What are you saying? They see me!

You won't bond again if you each eat in your room.

- Get it? - Wait.

I've had them over on weekends for 10 years!

I didn't see them grow up. Now you just move here.

It's not easy for me to respond to this.

What are you talking about, Paul?

Dining at the table, as a family,

is the base of it all. It just takes common sense!

I think we need to have a little chat.

You, me...

and Captain Marchal.

- Will you follow me? - Of course, sir.

Heard that? Get your ass over here.

- I feel so good here. - Of course.

Since you got here, Chief Soler,

we've had to face a number of false notes

in the working of our team.

God knows things were not easy before.

We still have problems.

Debate is healthy for any team...

but arguing is useless in a brigade.

Let me remind you that police hierarchy is sacred.

In other words,

you can't keep arguing the way you do.

Your fights are upsetting the brigade.

I know you were married,

but I'm asking you to leave your personal issues aside.

I don't want to hear of any more conflicts between you.

Marchal, you must obey orders.

Your quibbles are wasting

everyone's time and energy.

As for you, Soler,

get a hold of yourself.

Don't allow your feelings to impact your leadership.

Don't make me sanction you.

- Yes, sir. - Yes, sir.

Happy now?

If I start smoking again

it will be your fault. Again.

The door!

Okay. I'll check inside. You go around.

You're arrested as of today and it is 2:48 pm.

- Let go. - Can't I take pictures?

Come with us.

Let go, I'm coming.

Why were you attending Myriam Lancelot's group?

April 16, 2010.

A homemade mine explosion East of Kabul.

It gets to you.

Do you recognize this?

- I had one like that. - Where is it?

It got stolen.

Well, how convenient.

Because this is the gun that killed Sylvie.

I declared the theft 2 weeks ago.

You could have done that to protect yourself.

I didn't.

What was your relationship to Sylvie Delattre like?

Model? Muse?

Lover?

I don't have to answer that.

We're investigating and you're arrested.

What was the nature of your relationship?

Traumatized friendship?

Anything to make Jacques jealous?

You must admit he might be.

After everything he put up with...

Her crisis, neurosis, fear, anguish...

Not all husbands are that strong.

How long after the first symptoms

did your wife leave you?

I see you're ruthless.

Mr. Reynart, here is the situation:

You have no alibi, you were secretly close to the victim,

the murder weapon is yours, and Sylvie felt stalked.

We have all the elements of a crime of passion.

If you have anything to say, say it now.

If we find out that you

were following Sylvie,

the prosecutor will not want

to hear you out.

Mom, I have good news.

Thomas let go of his console.

Love you. Later.

- There we go. - Mom will be mad.

No. Why? She'll be happy for you.

Hey, you'll get used to it.

It just takes time. You'll find new friends.

Your sister has, and it wasn't easy.

That's for sure.

I'm really happy that you're here.

I missed you. I want us to share more.

- Are you studying? - As always.

Want to shoot some hoops?

Hello, Yvan.

Erwan, Camille.

- Where are we at? - Making progress.

We're still with the car behind Sylvie here.

We can't see the license plate.

Check the adjacent streets.

There's always some paranoid who uses a camera

to watch the gnomes in his garden.

This is the street Sylvie took to the hospital.

I love to do this.

This is how a friend of mine caught his girl

in the arms of his best friend at Place de la Comédie.

Wow. Incredible.

Look.

2 cameras for the price of 1.

Camille, go.

Okay.

Have you found anything to make Reynart talk?

Don't answer. Keep interrogating him.

- Really? - Yes.

Go on. I'll watch.

You deserve it. You found the gun.

Is Soler busy or what?

This...

is your Beretta.

I spent 2 days dredging in brine to find it.

I can assure you I'm not in the mood for jokes.

You suffer from PTSD.

A nasty disorder.

Makes you paranoid.

People feel endangered and can sometimes become violent.

I got over it.

It took me years, but I'm better now.

Ask my shrink.

It's strange for a war veteran

to get his gun stolen.

I have a theft report from Luc Reynart. Is that you?

You said your Beretta was stolen from your car

while you were filling your tank

near Montpellier, on September 6, 6:30 pm.

However, at that time,

you were photographing this

at the marsh.

Metadata is useful sometimes: There's the date, time,

even the location.

You're in a bad position, Mr. Reynard.

You should tell us the truth.

I gave the Beretta to Sylvie.

I never should have. It was stupid of me.

Why did you do it?

After the trial, she felt scared again.

She told me it reassured her to carry a weapon.

I never should have listened.

But I just couldn't say no to her.

Why not? Because you loved her?

Yes. I did love her.

She told me she'd leave her husband. I had hope.

We were very close.

But, in the end, she rejected me.

I served her as an excuse to leave Jacques,

and Jacques was her medicine after the robbery.

She used both of us.

One as medicine one as an excuse.

Shrinks are dangerous.

What was I to you?

We never talked about that.

How can you bring that up after what we were told?

But we never yell at each other, so I don't get it.

Yes, of course.

Our primary suspect is clearly innocent. Now what?

I'd like to interrogate the husband again.

Reynart said she wanted to leave him.

He appears to be a perfect, loving husband,

a shoulder she could cry on to overcome her trauma.

But she didn't tell him about the stalking.

That's strange.

Unless she thought he was the stalker.

Can we talk?

Hello, Mr. Delattre.

Your wife felt she was being followed. Did you know that?

No.

That's strange. How do you explain that?

Maybe she didn't want you to worry.

You told us you acted

as her shrink

and that she counted on you to protect her.

She didn't want to disappoint him.

Jacques was so happy about her progress.

- A relapse would have been... - A relapse?

Why do you think this was a relapse?

Sylvie was very fragile, almost paranoid.

She was murdered. She had reason to be scared.

Did you know she had a weapon?

I know you're the big sister,

but your brother is old enough to answer.

Okay?

Did you know that Sylvie was carrying a weapon?

No.

And she told you everything?

Erwan, come see this.

The cameras are talking.

Here is that car, and the license plate.

Let me see. Okay...

- Guess whose it is. - Reynart's?

André Clément's. Know where he works?

- No. - Sel et Mer.

Hi, honey. What is it?

We did it. He won't become a hikikomori.

Great news.

I gotta go.

I'm working.

Love you.

André!

We have to talk.

- It wasn't me. - I don't know about that.

You followed Sylvie for weeks.

I know. I had nothing against her.

- I appreciated her. - Why were you following her?

I can't tell you.

Okay. Do you prefer jail?

Who paid you?

Christiane Delattre.

Why?

She wanted to know if Sylvie was unfaithful.

She had something going on with a guy

who lives near the marsh.

- Yes, Reynart. - Right.

He was just a friend. I saw them fight...

Wait. She asked you to spy on her sister-in-law

and you did it without asking any questions?

I've worked here for 40 years. I always obey my boss.

How did them 2 get along?

- I don't know. - You don't?

Your colleagues say they saw them quarrelling violently.

And you were there.

Sylvie wanted to change things.

She wanted workers to have breaks, medical care...

And Christiane was not in favor of it.

Sylvie was inconvenient to her.

Tell me, André...

which of the 2 siblings is the real boss?

I suppose you wrote down your observations.

Yeah.

I want those notes.

Why have her followed?

Jacques had proposed moving back to Paris.

I wanted to make sure she was stable and honest.

You must not have liked her nosing in on your business,

a long-standing family company...

- She was part of our family. - Yes.

And she was a beneficiary in Jacques' testament.

If he died, you and her would get 50-50.

I suppose you were not delighted by this.

Your insinuations are in vain.

Sylvie was not at all interested in our money.

She had even refused to become a company shareholder.

That's why I decided to stop following her.

What do you mean she refused? Who would do that?

Did Jacques know this?

No, not at all.

And it would hurt him to find out. Please don't tell him.

Christiane Delattre is lying.

She's trying to protect her brother. But why?

There's something interesting in the notes

that André took:

Sylvie visited real estate agencies.

She wanted an apartment.

Christiane knew that Sylvie wanted to leave Jacques.

- Could she have told him? - Yes.

He had influenced his wife since they met,

and now he couldn't stand to see her free.

I'm off.

They're both unnerving.

Mr. Delattre!

What happened with Sylvie?

What did you feel when you heard she wanted to leave you?

Incomprehension?

Rage?

So you went through her stuff to try to understand.

And you found the Beretta.

And I took it.

I wanted to die, shoot myself in the head

to make her understand what she had done to me.

I waited for her on the path.

I took the gun,

pointed it at my head, and charged it.

And she stopped you?

We started to wrestle and the shot went off.

But I loved her!

I didn't want to kill her!

What's in that bottle?

You know, in Japan, salt is a purifying element.

People spray salt water to cast away evil spirits.

Mr. Delattre.

Chief Soler!

Reanimation unit! Sel et Mer!

Salt poisoning. Quick!

Mr. Delattre, hold on.

- I didn't mean to kill her. - I know. It's okay...

- How are you, babe? - Good.

- Did you have a good day? - Yes.

- Where were you? - Shooting hoops.

You could have told me.

So you finally left your room. Good. Bravo!

I'm not an idiot.

Don't stigmatize hikikomoris,

it happens to healthy teens.

To the smartest ones, in fact. That's what saved you.

Alice, enough.

Set the table and make sure this doesn't burn.

I have to do something.

What did I tell you? They'll get back together.

- I know that face. - What face?

The same face you made when I invited Chris and Manu...

Okay, be brief. What is it?

Why did you come back without any notice?

Can you explain?

You show up as the boss and I have to adapt?

Gosh, you're so annoying.

Good evening, Paul!

Are you ashamed, maybe?

Maybe this transfer was not really a reward.

Did you investigate?

I had to, Léa. You're not talking.

The truth is that I messed up in Lyon.

How?

I didn't want to think

or talk about it,

especially not with you.

Why?

What happened?

I was on a case

of domestic violence.

The woman was crushed, I was moved,

I wanted to defend her and I went too far with the husband.

You took it out on him.

Let's just say I was a bit tough on him verbally.

A bit, or...?

There were witnesses.

The perverse manipulator filed a complaint.

He said he had suffered police brutality.

The boss had to sanction me. I had gone too far.

Reason: "Loss of control."

The transfer was a logical consequence.

The colonel liked you. You could have gone to Vesoul.

No, it was me who suggested this.

I thought you'd see the kids more,

but I never imagined we'd work together.

I had asked for Castelnau.

- Castelnau? - Exactly.

That's where Chief Pavar is right now.

My predecessor. Your ex-superior.

Don't you get it?

Chief Pavar was so fed up

with unbearable Marchal

that he stole my post.

- No way! - Yup.

Are you serious?

Okay.

What do we do now?

I don't know.

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